"Heimdall, you are one of the strongest warriors in Valarjar. I command you to walk in the world, spread the bravery of Valarjar, and lead the souls of more warriors into this glorious Hall! And while you're down there, I'd like you to investigate these fluctuations in Stormwind Kingdom. I want to see who, exactly, is stealing the power of the gods! And perhaps, how they're doing it. Because I need more power."
Heimdall had been keeping his helmeted head bowed low. After listening to Odyn's rather casual instructions to essentially become a celestial headhunter and divine detective, he straightened his massive chest and clenched a mighty fist against it. "I will not let you down, Great Odyn! I will bring you souls! And answers!"
"Go ahead..." Odyn waved a dismissive hand, already contemplating what sort of snack he'd have while waiting for the results.
Heimdall, now charged with a cosmic shopping list, lumbered out of the palace and strode to the very center of Valarjar. With a graceful nod to a nearby Val'kyr (who looked faintly terrified at the prospect), he didn't just walk down a ramp—he jumped! This powerful, demigod Vrykul berserker warrior, a blur of golden light, transformed into a dazzling, golden stream and streaked towards the direction of Stormwind Kingdom like a particularly enthusiastic, very heavy meteor. He was a beacon of righteous fury, a very loud warning, and a colossal incoming problem for any demons in his path.
The Hall of Champions: Boarding Party Extraordinaire!
The words were divided into two thunderous parts. One part of the Hall of Champions' newly deployed troops landed with planet-shaking force to rescue Varian and Stormwind Kingdom's beleaguered, very grateful army. The other, significantly more aggressive part, led by the legendary Lothar, headed straight for the still-hovering demonic starship, apparently opting for the direct, explosive route.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
After their bodies were gloriously recast in thunderforged steel, these resurrected martial spirits relied on their impossibly hard, iron-clad bodies and the supernatural speed granted by the Storm Gate to utterly shatter the protective barrier of the demon starship! It was less a breach and more an uninvited, very violent redecoration.
Lothar, a true veteran of countless battles, controlled his re-forged body with the effortless grace of a seasoned warrior. He adjusted his posture mid-air, a faint smile playing on his lips, and held his gleaming golden Grand Marshal's Sword with both hands, inserting it, with impressive force, heavily into the very hull of the starship!
Lightning flashed on the Grand Marshal's Sword, crackling with raw power, and with such a divine blessing, it was embarrassingly easy to tear a gaping hole, big enough for a small cow, in the starship's hardened hull!
The black iron-driven Lothar raised his greatsword high, thunder crackling around him, the power of the storm dying his eyes a fierce, electric blue. "Warriors of the Hall of Champions! Follow me to engage in a boarding battle! Let's show these demons what real heroes are made of!"
"For Azeroth!" The thunderous war cry of the revitalized heroes echoed across the ravaged plains.
After Lothar's speech, which had ignited the very souls of the Spirit Warriors, he took the lead and leaped into the interior of the starship with the reckless abandon of a man who knew he couldn't actually die. As the martial spirits streamed inside, a frankly alarming amount of flames and explosions burst out from the portholes of this demon starship, quickly followed by the terrified screams of its crew.
In the end, the starship's power system suffered a devastating, truly unfortunate attack and promptly lost its ability to float. It literally fell towards the ground below, trailing sparks, lightning, and what sounded suspiciously like demon gibberish.
Varian, still standing on the ground, having been thoroughly rescued by his mysteriously powerful, magically resurrected ancestors, simply watched the demon starships crashing towards the ground one after another. He was, quite frankly, stunned. His jaw hung open, a kingly flytrap.
SNAPPED!
A heavy, bone-jarring slap connected with Varian's back, leaving a huge, bloody palm print on his royal armor. He spun around, bewildered.
"What are you daydreaming about, Varian? The war isn't over just because the big metal birds fell down! Follow me and chase the fleeing demons, you royal laggard!"
It was Llane, Varian's father, who also boasted a formidable black iron body. He reminded Varian with a surprisingly violent pat on the back before heading east, his bloody Lion King Sword gleaming, ready for more action.
Over there, many demons, clearly having a very bad day, flew out of the crashing starship and fled in all directions, scrambling like frightened imps.
To the west and south of the Western Fertile Plains, the sea was currently blockaded by fleets from the Stormwind Kingdom and other Alliance countries—a wall of ships and angry sailors. The northern exit was valiantly defended by the West Spring Fortress. This meant the Sunshine Forest to the east was the only escape route for the thoroughly uninvited demons.
As the former outstanding king of Stormwind Kingdom, Llane was intimately familiar with the land of his country. He knew every shortcut, every hidden path. He soon caught up with two unfortunate fel lords and their pathetic demonic guards, who thought they'd made a clean getaway.
After swinging his sword with ruthless efficiency and quickly dealing with them (which mostly involved turning them into chunky, green paste), Llane surveyed the area. There were no demons standing anywhere. He sighed. Clearly, he'd missed some.
"A dreadlord has been found, Your Majesty! He's broken through the two lines of defense of the Night's Watch and is fleeing in the direction of Jurgen Farm!" "Scouts are tracking him! Judging from his current frantic route, we suspect the target may want to escape to the Cursed Land through Stranglethorn Vale! Requesting support!"
After hearing the reports from the soldiers around him, Llane's eyes snapped open, blazing with furious resolve.
"No demon can escape the land of Stormwind Kingdom alive! Not on my watch!"
"NO!" Llane's entire body burst out with crackling blue thunder, and he took a shortcut, transforming into a streak of lightning as he sprinted towards the south, a kingly blur of vengeance. The demons wouldn't know what hit them.